[He's not expecting much of a reply; if anything, he's just glad that she reached out to him, that he can be here with her, for her, to keep that steady presence in the wake of a loss that deep. When her hold tightens, his does the same, an envelope around her with more promises in his grip.]
[Bellamy kisses the side of her head, without thinking, just needing to do something else, something more; he's only a little bit surprised by how natural it feels, how unafraid he is of offering that kind of comfort, how close he keeps to her after it.]
[There are traces of logic he could probably apply against Lauralae, but he's too angry with her to think of them, too angry to care. Her logic is worthless when it does this to Clarke. She is panicked and trembling and Bellamy is furious, but none of that shows. He stays gentle. He stays a solid presence. He stays with Clarke, because there'll never another choice.]
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[Bellamy kisses the side of her head, without thinking, just needing to do something else, something more; he's only a little bit surprised by how natural it feels, how unafraid he is of offering that kind of comfort, how close he keeps to her after it.]
[There are traces of logic he could probably apply against Lauralae, but he's too angry with her to think of them, too angry to care. Her logic is worthless when it does this to Clarke. She is panicked and trembling and Bellamy is furious, but none of that shows. He stays gentle. He stays a solid presence. He stays with Clarke, because there'll never another choice.]